Beneath the Wraps

           I know I make worse of situations inside of my head than how they really are – especially if I haven’t gotten a proper amount of sleep.  I know I shouldn’t be uptight and I know I shouldn’t dwell on what I can’t change – like missing dishes that have made their way out of the kitchen and haven’t been returned.  My imagination runs away with me and I get carried away – which reminds me this skit of Ernie returning a vacuum cleaner.            Often when I allow things to get out of hand the real life situation will have the opposite results and I find I have worked myself up for nothing.   Yesterday I had gone to the temple though Satan had done his best to keep me away.   After the session had ended Richard and I continued to Ashland to collect Jaime to bring her home for the next four days.   She presented me with a cup that has an owl on the side.   She said it was for my birthday (w...

Each year that we’ve been here we have mailed four packages to Salt Lake -   one for each of my boys and one for my sister and her family.   This year we mailed only one package.   We sent out gift cards to each of my sons and presents to the children of my middle son – not to play favorites among grandchildren, but I knew we’d be receiving a package from them and so wanted to make a gift exchange to the only son that it seems to matter.   The first gift under our tree was one from some ward members we had had over for Thanksgiving  a couple of years ago.   The gift was moved when the carpet was cleaned and we forgot to return it.   We had three small gifts under our tree, presents from my sister and her family.   Jenna guessed what they were – but did not know all of the details that awaited on the inside.   Randy’s gift to Jenna arrived unwrapped, but I took it out of the box and put it in a decorative Christmas tin and put a tag to J...

Jenna LOVES to dress up in costume.   I had thought for a while that she had always wished she had blond hair, but she doesn't see it that way, though she did do chores in order to purchase a blonde wig which may look real from a distance, but the fibers themselves are polyester or some other form of plastic.   This is what she wanted to wear to school:             We had tried another bow - partly to secure the wig, but also to keep the strands off her face.   Long hair is just too bothersome right now, which is why she's had such short hair for almost a year now.   I tied a bow in scarf that Ooki had sent but it definitely did not go with her personality, though it did seem to match her shirt well                 but she did end up wearing the multi-pastel colored scarf rather than the bandana.   She did keep the...